The forest behind Yusong Taoist Temple was dense and lush with vegetation.
Ye Zhixing had been away for over half a year, and with no one coming here, the weeds had grown even taller. A path led up the mountain—a trail formed by Ye Xingchen walking it frequently in the past. Now, the weeds reached waist-height.
"Be careful, everyone. These weeds are very sharp; don't get scratched."
Chapter 388